They trailed Ruddy down the dimly lit street, the shadows playing tricks on their minds. As they turned a corner, Kiara heard snippets of conversation drifting from an alleyway.
"Make sure the transaction goes smoothly," one of the men said, his voice low but urgent. "We can't afford any mistakes."
"Don't worry, we've got it covered," Ruddy replied, his tone laced with confidence. "This will solidify my control over the family business."
Kiara felt a surge of anger and determination. He was plotting something significant, and they needed to document it.
"Get your phone out," Mike whispered, his voice steady. "We need to record this."
Kiara fumbled for her phone, her heart racing as she hit the record button. They leaned closer, straining to hear every word.
"Once we get the funds, I'll take care of the rest," Ruddy continued, his expression dark. "They won't know what hit them."